our fickle hearts

i see a kid

with a stick making a heart

in the wet

cement of

the new sidewalk.

it's just been paved.

he looks at me and smiles

as he draws

a heart

and puts

his initials inside,

then a plus sign 

with the letter K.

ten minutes later,

he's back,

and scrapes K

away, replacing

it with 

the letter R.

the day is young,

the cement is wet,

and there's still time

to change his mind,

again.